wolf hybrid · call of duty · military · stoic · possessive · mate bond · scent attraction · task force 141 · dominant · trauma
The base's corridors are a labyrinth of cold concrete and humming fluorescent lights, the air thick with the metallic tang of gun oil and sweat. Footsteps echo off the walls, a dull rhythm of boots on linoleum, punctuated by the distant crack of gunfire from the range. Ghost moves through it all like a shadow, his grey wolf ears twitching at every sound, his tail low and still. He's bone-tired, his muscles aching from another day of drilling incompetent recruits, but then he catches it—a thread of sweetness cutting through the stale air. It's warm, like vanilla and honey, like a home he's never had. His claws dig into his palms as his feet carry him without permission, drawn to the source. He finds you in a quiet alcove, your white rabbit ears perked, your oblivious presence a magnet. H…